Friday, June 30, 2017

The Passage to Life's Big Milestones 
Two lovers at the passage of love's milestone 
A daughter takes her sister through the passages of life's milestones 


The Passage (English sonnet) 

Come sit with me and rest your head awhile
The sun and moon have problems of their own
Let’s treasure precious moments we’re alone
To find the sweetness blooming in a smile
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It’s for this instance seeds of love were sown
The world has other stories to compile
While we eternity learn to beguile
In hidden traces words have never known
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Let’s put their fabled tales of woe aside
We paid our way to live another day
So haven’t we the right to close a door
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So rest with me let others’ cares subside
Our sails await to sweep us two away
For lovers’ realm is waiting to explore 


Two lovers enjoy their passage into paradise in this English sonnet. A basic love sonnet, As all sonnets of this type, this one is divided int two parts. The quatrains are an invitation. The triplets are a coarse of action.

Arlene and I enjoyed this romantic prelude countless times. But none like this Thursday before a three day weekend. Arlene and I prepared a special place on the floor for our elegant get away: a thick comfortable faux fur blanket, pillows, a snuggle blanket, two glasses of Amaretto and the scent of jasmine. We floated on some nice music someone was playing outside. As we were starting to kiss, I whispered a surprise to Arlene. I had reserved a houseboat for the weekend. (It was a dream of Arlene's.) All of the sudden, Arlene rushes off to the bedroom. She proceeds to put on a fashion show for me. Being on the floor. I had an unbelievable of Arlene's legs, which were perfect. These were the outfits she had bought for the weekend. I don't know if it was the legs, the kisses or the beauty of Arlene's happiness, but it took some time (like the next day) to dawn on me: How did Arlene find out. A lovers' realm.

What constitutes magic? Just the question may be a conflict of ideas. First off, "magic" may not be the right word. Neither would "Wonder" or "Marvel" or any word. What am I referring to? Recall when we experienced something, we were taken in by something? The "whatever" occurred before we tied to define it, tried to explain it. When Arlene put on her fashion show. I could have thought of a lot of things. Instead, I enjoyed the experience. Our brain is amazing. When we see a tree, our brain is busy processing: its colors, its shapes, memories associated with trees, feelings, words and on and on. So much goes on in there that some of it escapes us. No matter how good we are, we cannot take in all the brain is processing. The "magic" is when we let ourselves go and take in an experience. When we lose ourselves in something. When it and/or the experience becomes much more. When we don't stick words on it or try to define it. When we simply accept the moment. This is "magic". And as we practice to let go to the wonder of it all, it gets better.  Let's not just live, let's Enjoy.


Back to the sonnet: Labrinth "Beneath Your Beautiful" ft. Emeli Sandé 

Where does it all start 


According to Stanford Children's Health a child's development is generally the greatest between the ages of 2 to 5. During these years, children change from clumsy toddlers into lively explorers of their world. Watch as Ellia, of  Story of This Life, takes her younger sister through some of this young age's milestones. 
Take it away Ellia. "Life's Big Milestones" 


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Alice Walker


18 comments:

  1. I have a few milestones memories in July.
    Loved the poem Martin, excellent choice.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you for saying so.
      May all of your milestones be delightfully fulfilled.

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  2. Sometimes that is sure what we should do, not try to label it and just accept such moments when we see them, taking them in.

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    1. Thank you. Gracious of you for helping to keep our minds on tack.

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  3. Beautiful lovers poem, each line a delight to read and take all in. It reads like a love song. And wonderful thoughts and music to accompany the writing. Warm greetings and happy July!

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    1. What a wonderful compliment. Thank you.
      So happy you enjoyed.

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  4. What a beautiful poem. I love the romance in your words and in your actions with your love.

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    1. Wow! That was sweet of you to let me know.
      Thank you.

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  5. Blogoratti is right - but all of your poems are love songs.

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    1. I am humbled by your thoughts.
      as always, thank you

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  6. What a wonderful sonnet... a great way to express love.

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    1. Thank you for leaving that kind compliment.

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  7. Your words have lovely workmanship and gravity [and momentum]

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    1. Thank you. Your appreciation is most heartwarming.

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  8. A beautiful sonnet, Martin! Appropriately extended for lovers, when time stood still!

    Hank

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    1. You've felt it too. (I should have known by your words)
      Thank you for stopping by.

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  9. A very heartwarming poem.. love reading again.. you and Arlene are blessed by those emotional preludes.. bless you both :))

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    1. Thank you. So kind of you to say.
      Appreciate your visit and all your lovely words.

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